“I didn’t realize what a ginormous tease you are,” I murmur as he cups my breasts.
He tweaks my nipples as he kisses my shoulder. “I’m going to get to these perfect tits soon, but first . . .”
I hear a packet rip, and I turn to watch him slide a condom on one-handed. I lean forward, resting my elbows on the bed. His cock is thick and long as he strokes it.
He nudges inside me just a little.
I gasp and hang my head as he pushes in inch by inch, stretching me, but not quite going all the way.
“You’re so tight,” he says with a groan as he plants his hands on my hips and eases more of him in my channel. The burn is exquisite, the feel of him perfect. “You good?”
“Hmm.”
He slides out, leaving just the tip inside me, then plunges in deeper. He hisses as he exits, then pumps in again, still not far enough.
“You doing good?”
“Stop talking and fuck me,” I say around another needy moan.
He thrusts in all the way.
A rough sound comes from his throat as he pauses and lets me adjust. His hands massage my ass. “You feel so fucking right, Julia.”
He pumps back out then in, getting into a rhythm as his hands dig into my hips. He angles up, adjusting his legs to brace himself, and whatever he’s hitting inside me, it’s a chord that has never been struck. Another orgasm builds inside me, and I know it’ll be even fiercer than the first one.
He picks up speed, making me whimper with every thrust. His fingers dig into my skin and I wonder if he’ll leave bruises. I don’t care. I want them. I need the intensity.
The bed frame bangs against the wall. Thump, thump, thump.
Desire makes me dizzy as he drives into my pussy.
Faster. Faster.
My hips thrust back against him, eager for more. Sensations ripple over me as my walls grasp at him.
Guttural sounds come from his chest. I feel the wetness between us, the evidence of how much I want him.
He fucks like a madman, and that realization amplifies the heat between us.
His rhythm increases to a frantic pace, and my climax begs to be released.
He senses it. “You ready?”
“Soon. But I want you to . . .” I protest.
“Don’t worry about me.” His fingers ease around and flick furiously at my clit as I shudder in pleasure. “Come,” he growls, and I let go, moaning as I fall apart.
My body trembles, my muscles relaxing as tension pours out of me. I rest my cheek on his pillow and open my legs wider, spurring him to come. Groaning, he lifts me and turns me over without breaking rhythm.
He hovers above me. I can see his face with his body pressed flush against mine. His cock drills into me, not missing a beat as he sucks on my neck, his unshaven face rubbing the skin. I wrap my legs tight around him and pull his ass to me.
A sort of wonder hits me. His pupils are blown, his hair a mess as it swings around his face. He’s lost in ecstasy, and I’m the one that’s taking him there.
“We’re rewriting the past,” I say without meaning to, but there it is, out there in the universe.
“Julia . . .” he murmurs and I imagine I see a dawning in his depths.
A new beginning. Endless possibilities.
Am I crazy?
He growls as he kisses me hard. I feel his cock swell even bigger as he comes. His neck arches up and he roars it out as he pumps.
I stroke his back, running my fingers down the contours of his body.
He rolls off of me and puts his forearm over his head.
We’re both covered in a light sheen of sweat.
He looks over at me and grins. “They don’t call me The Miracle for nothing.”
I poke him in the ribs as he tugs me next to him and we snuggle.
24
Eric
This last week has been a blur. Coach found out about the fight and threatened to suspend the ones involved, but that would be half the team so he didn’t. He only said words expected of him. We avenged one of our teammates. There’s no way in hell we were going to let what happened to Boone go. I’m not sure it’s over. My hands itch to go back to Kappa, call Parker out, and beat the shit out of him.
Dad called twice this week about an internship he wants me to take this summer before law school starts, but I haven’t called him back.
I’m content to do what I am right now.
Spending time with her.
Julia’s snuggled up beside me, her breath on my chest, her body pressed against my ribcage. I’m lying on my back, twirling a lock of hair around my finger and marveling at how pretty she is with the late-day sun streaming through my blinds.